News and citizen. [volume] (Morrisville, Vt. ;) 1881-current, 1887-10-27
TIE VERY HEAVY FALL,
Mrs. BOwser Recites the Story of her
Husbands Sprained Ankle.
From the Detroit Free Press.I

From the Detroit Free Press.1
Give days ago." said Mrs. Bowser,
''Mr. Bowser was brought home with a
sprained ankle. He got it by a misstep
off the sidewalk. / had the doctor come
up to look at the limb to see that no
bones were broken, and he went away
assuring Mr.. Bowser that he would be
able to walk out in four or five DAYS.
He had scarcely gone when the patient
asked me in pitiful voice if [ thought
he was going to die?
"Going to die, Mr.. Bowser Why,
what nonsense What put that idea
in your head?'
" Il have a presentiment. II think
[ ought to draw up my will
&C It's all folly. You've got nothing
but simple sprain.'
" Simple I tell you this is a ter
rible thing, if [ live two days it will be
a great wonder to me. The Bowser men
die hard, but they have to die as we'll as
other folks. Do | look like man struck
with death 2
" Not bit of it. never saw you
look more healthy.
q" Mrs. Bowser, don't you deceive
me! Deceiving dying husband is an
awful crime. Has the door been muf-
fed and the girl told that no callers are
admittedP
GO Certainly not
aren't you going to send the baby
over to mothers until You see whether
[ die or get well 2
Not bit of it. Don't be a BOBBY,
Mr.. Bowser. When I broke two ribs
last fall you simply remarked that I
ought to know better than to fall against
board.
81 tucked him up and patted his head
and he cried. He wanted me to hold
his hand, and / sat and held it until he
fell asleep. Then l went upstairs to do
a little work, and hadn't been gone over
fifteen minutes when heard him shout
ing at the top of his voice. / ran down
and he Numbered at me:
&C is this your love for your crippled
and dying husband2'
"'I had some work to do
"'Work Can you think of work
while lie here suffering untold agon-
ies2 What is making up an old spare
bed compared to the life of ur hus-
band? Are you in hurry to see Grape
ON the door?'
"'Come, Mr. Bowser, don't be I'M
reasonable. [ will do everything for
your comfort, but things around the
house must be seen to-.
"When evening came Mr.. Bowser had
slight fever, and he grew more pet
fish. He wanted me to telegraph to
his brother in Japan, his sister in Cali
fornia, and to telephone the doctor
81 put in an awful night with him.
He he I'd cats and burglars and forty
other noises, and he refused to go to
sleep for fear he'd die without knowing
it. At midnight, after had helped him
turn over about twenty times and had
upset his pillow until the case had grown
threadbare, he wanted me telephone
the doctor and ask if a sprained ankle
ever struck to the heart. [ rang up the
central and the following conversation
seemed to take place
doctor, Mr.. Bowser has grown stead
lily worse since you left, and I don't
believe he can live an hour longer. Yes,
[ have done as You told me. Oh, you
knew he'd die before morning, eh Oh,
yes, [ shall be pretty well fixed for a
widow. About six hacks, I guess. Tn
no hand to make a spread at funeral.
You might
"'Mrs. Bowser! y yelled Mr.. Bowser
at the top of his voice, and when I ran
into the bedroom he was sitting on the
edge of the bed, hair on end, and face
pale as death.
1" what do you want, dear p
"Well. the poor man actually tainted
away in his nervousness, and when he
came to had to sit and hold his hands
while he caught cat-naps. The swelling
had nearly gone from his ankle in the
morning, and he could dress himself
and hobble about. He, however, drew
up his will, had two or three mysteri-
Gus conferences with parties he sent for,
and / saw him looking over a lot of pho
tograph of monuments and tombstones.
[ caught him weeping once, and when
stroked the back of his neck and called
him my poor. crippled gazelle, he look
ed up in pitiful way and said:
L" Mrs. Bowser, it's awful hard to
have to die at my age
"That was Mr.. Bowser for the first
two days. On the third he went down
town and on the fourth he gave up his
cane. When he came home to dinner L
was on the lounge, with teeth and ears
and eyes full of neuralgia.
"'NOw what 2 he roared out.
g I'm dreadfully i'll, Mr.. Bowser.
" 'Boshl A little neuralgia Mrs.
Bowser, you've got no more sand than
i'll were as big baby as
YOU are I'd live on soothing syrup"
" 'But-but when you had nothing
but sprained ankle, you-you-'
when I fell fourteen feet, Mrs.
Bowser, and cracked two ribs, upset my
liver, turned my right leg clear around,
knocked my elbows loose and brought
on brain fever, l lay here without muir
muir or complaint, and you know it
You are booby-a regular BOBBY, and
I'll go back down town for my dinner. ,"